Let me have my sweet imaginings today.
Yesterday did leave me with such a store
Of dear looks and whispers, things he used to say,
I cannot help but hope there will be more.
It is no use, my mind rails upon my heart,
Such foolish dreamings cannot hold up love.
If you build upon the wreckage of that start,
You build alone; but I, alone, won’t move.
I have not strength to bear another passage
Through that gate which lately closed behind me,
The dark is warm, the dark is full of whispers
Sweet and soothing, so, though I cannot see,
I stay, wrapped in the foolish hope of night:
Tomorrow he’ll be here to prove me right.
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| Picasso |
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